Page 239 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2
I snorted and reached for the loo roll. “Puppy? What are you on about? Go away, Matt.”
The glimpses of shadow I could see under the door finally moved away. When I finished my business and washed my hands, I spent a moment of nostalgia staring at what used to be my side of the double sink, then wondered if Matt had been sexing other women during our separation. On the bed. The bed I just woke up on. Our bed. Ugh. He had, I knew my ex-husband and he had a high libido. We definitely needed to talk about where things stood. I headed for the door, getting angry at the thought of him boinking other women. A quick yank to open it and I was ready to interrogate him.
“You slept around – Hi, Dr Nichols.” I had to verbally backtrack once I spotted my doctor being ushered into the room by Matt. What was that machine thing he carried?
“Ms DuMont, I’ll need you on the bed, please.” Dr Rylan Nichols said, curt as usual.
I grimaced at the bed, now picturing Matt and some beautiful random woman…women…in various positions of carnal debauchery. Did he go down on them? He was a master at oral. And he also had a great stroke game. He could hit some spots, make your world tilt, bring you to almost immediate orgasmic bliss with that move he did at that weird angle…
“Ms DuMont?”
“Madi?”
Both Matt and Dr Nichols were observing me. I was grinding my teeth and glaring at the bed. Giving Matt a look that had his expression twisting in confusion, I headed for the chaise lounge. Dr Nichols didn’t miss a step and simply followed me to the chaise lounge. I laid down while Matt hovered for the duration of my examination. My blood pressure was checked as was the heart rate of both babies and myself, and I was warned to keep an eye out for any type of spotting or general un-wellness.
“I’ll monitor her,” Matt said as he led Dr Nichols out the masterbedroom.
The hell he would,I thought to myself while arranging my top into its proper place. Hating the bed, I strode after Matt and my doctor, but Matt closed the door on my face before I could follow them out.
“The hell.” This was said out loud. I grabbed the door handle but it twisted downwards without my help. I stepped back as the door cracked open to reveal a frowning Matt.
“Two minutes,” he said under his breath. “Then you can explain why you’re suddenly mad at me.”
And the door pulled close again. An unwilling smile was growing on my face. How did he do it? Seemingly his mind-reading abilities hadn’t diminished where it concerned me. True to his word, he was back in the bedroom within two minutes and found me in the closet searching for my jacket. My boots were already on.
“What’s wrong?” Matt wanted to get straight to the point.
“You slept with other women, didn’t you?” I gave him the point and then some. “Don’t deny it. I know you and I know how you are with sex. You’re a – a horn dog.”
Matt leaned against the doorway and folded his arms. He had changed out of his work clothes and was sporting a plain black t-shirt and some jeans. How had I not noticed that when I woke up? Damned jeans looked good on him.
“Does the thought of it bother you?” he asked, smooth as silk and with a divine measure of calmness.
Stopping to rub both sides of my stomach, doing that helped calm me down, I gave him a dirty look. “No. I’m not bothered.”
“You are.” he disputed with a glint in his eyes. “It’s upsetting you. I can see it is.”
“I’m not upset.” I was upset, very upset. “Who cares? Not me.”
Matt started towards me. “Youdocare.”
“I don’t.”
“Do you know why I can say that with certainty?” Matt drawled, now inches away from me.
“You can’t,” My voice had gone all whispery, my stupid throat was getting clogged up.
Matt regarded me closely. “Because it drove me mad,” He touched my arm, then curled his fingers around it. “Thinking about you with someone else,” He exhaled loudly, the tiny flecks of gold around his irises burned with intensity as he bent his head. “Because we belongtogether, poppet, and if it weren’t for these two,” He let his other hand drift over my stomach. “I’d have you on your back right now,” He licked his lips, slowly, perhaps for my benefit. “Unless you’d prefer me on my back, so you could ride the hell out of me, make me beg. You used to enjoy that.”
I swore I creamed my panties that very second. “Ah, I see.”
“Do you?” Matt asked in a husky voice. “I don’t think you do. I don’t think you fully appreciate exactly how much I want you, only you, maybe a demonstration is necessary.”
All the heavy breathing was coming from me. “Umm, but, you,” I moistened my dry lips. “You said you couldn’t, wouldn’t do anything-”
“I said we weren’t going to have sex while you’re pregnant with my children,” The look on his face went from smouldering to all consuming fiery flames. “I meant penetrative sex, apologies for not being clear. There are so many other things we could do to each other.” He bit his lower lip. It was one of the sexiest things I’d seen in a long while.
My panties were drenched, the crotch of my casual trousers was probably drenched also. There was a major overflow of womanly juices taking place between my legs.
